Our entire yard is enclosed by a fence. The fence around the front and side yards is about 3 feet high, and the fence around the backyard is around 7 feet high. I took Betty outside and I was sitting in a chair in the backyard when I heard a loud voice coming from the neighbors’ yard saying: “I heard you have an adorable basset.” I turned to look and there was someone I’d never seen before bending over the side yard fence twisting her torso to barely see me sitting in the chair. Who is this person? Where does she live?
How does she know about Betty?
Betty, of course, was eager to please this adoring new fan. She ran over and performed her standard act for greeting fans. Her fans love it. But as Betty’s co-manager (Carol is the other), I could only lament the failure to gain some revenue from the event. I’ve tried to explain to Betty that 5% of 0 is still 0, but she just brushes me off as wanting to exploit her talents for personal profit. Betty, after all, is an artist, and she certainly can’t be concerned about mundane things like finances.
